Rant number 198
Today, I had a bit of a senior moment. This is not an uncommon thing for me really. Today however, I managed to almost scupper myself.
This morning, I thought to myself 'I must fill up my tank when I get home from work.' I then promptly forgot to fill up, went home and ate soup.
I remembered though, when my fuel light popped up - just as I was joining the motorway.
Now, this was nothing much to panic about. I was actually only going about 17 miles - and I'm sure even from the red light point, I've probably got enough for quite a bit more than that.
If I'm moving along nicely that is.
Sod's law then attacked once again - and quarter of a mile passed before - low and behold, I met a wall of traffic.
Squeaky bum time indeed.
Luckily, I got to a petrol station in time - but not after some slight stress and tension.
Now, there can conceivably only be two causes for these unfortunate events.
1) I had a bit of a blonde moment, followed by another blonde moment, followed by some bad luck.
2) I was haunted by some irritating Petrol Gremlins who were deliberately messing with me.
I think we can all agree - that it's not 1.
Petrol Gremlins creep into your car, up through your engine, into the air vents and then into you brain - to make you do stupid things.
They make you forget to fill up your tank & drink your petrol when you are feeling forgetful. They even mess with traffic - just to make things worse.
Bloody Gremlins!
Rant over.
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